It was about 1991/2, in Delhi. I was travelling with Shri Mataji, and asked Her a question which had been in my mind. ‘What is the thin line dividing self respect and ego?’ ‘A person who has self respect has no ego,’ Mother replied. Mr G.K. D.
In December 1984 I was taking part in the annual tour of India with Shri Mataji and about two hundred Sahaja Yogis. I had been very struck by the enormous respect and adoration in which the Indian Sahaja Yogis held Shri Mataji. In Vaitarna, a village some distance from Mumbai, …
During a meditation after the Lord’s Prayer, I saw a very strong bright light pass through the Agnya chakra, at the level of the forehead. I didn’t feel my body any more. It was silent. I had entered into the Kingdom of God. The greatest experience I had was to …
Mother came to Lucknow in 1989. On the same evening as She was flying to Delhi from Lucknow, She had a public programme in Noida, near Delhi. We all went to the airport in Lucknow to see Her off, but the flight was delayed. There was a sofa there and …
I had been given Realization in South Africa, where Shri Mataji had not visited. I had the good fortune of being in our Holy Mother’s presence for the first time on the India tour in 1990 – ’91. I was looking forward to the tour immensely. We were met in …
We were painting various bits of the house in Hurst Green in Sussex in about 1974. Now, one particular experience that I remember was that Shri Mataji went out with Sir, then Mr., Srivastava to go to a meeting, a reception of some sort. He was at that time the …
Shri Mataji came to New York in about 1982 approximately a year after I’d become a yogi. The local Sahaja Yoga leader had explained over the months that Shri Mataji works on several levels, both on the conscious and subconscious levels. She said that Shri Mataji often worked on us …
It was the 16th September 1975 that we first met Shri Mataji in that Judd Street flat and, similar to my brother, Pat A., it was a most momentous feeling. Even walking up the street to go to that flat, I had the strongest urge to run away I’ve ever …
I am back home I remember entering in Shri Mataji’s house in Oxted in 1975. I was in jeans and waswearing an old US Army jacket full of holes. I kissed Her hand and gave Her flowers. Interestingly, I remember bowing and looking at the ground, so spontaneously. She commanded …
